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Thursday, March 04, 2004
still far from being close ;

the little girl with the YELLOW umbrella

And that was the very last time I saw her..

It was a rainy day. The clouds were black and threathening. The thunder roared and the lightning crashed noisly, sending streaks of bright light arcoss the whole sky. Wet and drenched, i held my bag closer to my chest, panting harder with each step I took towards home. I went through the back alley. And there was where I saw her. No one had heard of her ever since. But there she was. Just infront of me frozen in her mid tracks. She had escaped.

I stoped and looked up, still catching my breath. The rain contiuned pouring down mercilessly on us. It was then i caught her smile. She laughted haughtedly. Holding the yellow umbrella, she threw down the picture of her parents, and stepped on it. It got soaked and the colours fadded. Just like her life.. fadding as she was growing deeper into her nightmares. I saw her tearing it up with the tip of her ragged and worned shoes as she meanced in agony. This was one of the unusual time where she tore up one of the only things she had left with her. In anger, in fustration.

She stopped, and the water that gathered at a corner between the walls came scampering down. It took the shredded piece of the pulp that the picture had became and brought it into the drain. Under her breath she muttered: " Monsters. They destroyed me. My life.. " At this moment she look up, staring straight into my eyes. I lifted up my hand, stretching it out to her, asking " why did you fight with fate?" Her anger melted and tears welled up in her eyes. She was tormented. She had suffered. Brusies were everywhere on her arms, legs and faces. Dispicable. They were Dispicable animals.

As she reached for my hand, a strong gust of wind blew. Her beloved Yellow umbrella ripped. She screamed, letting go. She knelt down, burring her face in her hands. It was gone.. the only thing that was with her every time she was beatened, raped, starved or mistreated. Her emotions stired up strongly as she wailed helplessly. She picked it up and held it close to her heart.

I looked down at my own feet and thought about love. What did it really mean? It was nothing to her.

Then it happened. She suddenly stood up, still wepping. Dragging herself over to the edge she said her last words: " mend my umbrella for me because no one can mend my heart.."

An abstract taken from "Sold" written by Reen Ng L.Y [[ copyrighted04` ]]

I got the adoptable at www.neopets.com/~himildle!

mwass - reenie made a wish and blew out the candles at 3:14:00 PM

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